Hold your fireYou would need it on a winter morningDo not push meInto the claws of putrid opulenceWhere the road reeks of charred ashAnd secreted remnants of a misled soulDeceived by your fallacious promisesThe banquet that was supposed to change his lifeBecame a guillotine that decapitated his hopesI want no such wealth—don’t invite me

Catch the brakesUnlock the doors—I am getting out of this rideThis lane is not mineI am a child born out of excruciating painsOf an African MotherWhy then should I choose to duck?From the perils of a dark worldI embrace my reality—they are mineSpare me your homily of unmerited affluenceThe god of my ancestors forbidThe aroma of questionable wealth

Don’t invite meTo the coronation of thievesDon’t invite meTo the canonization of rapistsDon’t invite meInto the company of treasury lootersDon’t invite meTo dance in the midst of hope killersDon’t invite meTo dignify the words of fools with a responseDon’t invite meTo drink in the company of sadistsWhose minds are filled with liesWhose hands are raised in perjuryDon’t invite meI won’t come!